Sunset light streams through Tate’s Hell State Forest.
[Carrabelle Day #23 2025-03-20 (Thu)] Yesterday evening we explored a small area of Tate’s Hell State Forest just north of Carrabelle. It was so beautiful with the setting sun lighting up the trees that we decided to return again tonight and bring a camera to do some photography. In particular there was a sand road with small bridge across a river that was being repaired that I thought would be a good subject.
BTW, regarding the name, “Tate’s Hell” is full of dense woodland, swampland, and biting insects, and named for a person who got lost here in 1875. A historical site relates: “Lost and disoriented for seven days and seven nights, he suffered greatly. Water was scarce, the mosquitoes were relentless, and the heat was stifling. Cebe was forced to drink the muddy swamp water. Finally breaking through the underbrush to a clearing near the town of Carrabelle, nearly 25 miles from his home, and barely able to speak, he walked up to two men. “My name is Cebe Tate,” he said, “And I’ve been through hell.” With that, he collapsed at their feet and died.”
Old single lane metal grate bridge getting new footings. Just a sand road on either side through the middle of woodland here.
While I did get some shots that I liked, unfortunately the bridge crew had made some progress during the day and the scene wasn’t quite as nice as the evening before. And worse, there was a “No Trespassing – Felony” sign posted, which made Lyn nervous, so I wasn’t able to get into the area I shot a few nice iPhone shots from yesterday. Nevertheless it worked out OK. The photos above are a mix of yesterday’s iPhone shots and today’s Nikon Z8 shots.
Tate’s Hell was much kinder to us than poor Cebe Tate in 1875, but we had a Jeep and some roads.